The Silvery Moon
Thou art the cynosure of the Starry Sky,
Whom we call as the Moon.
The silvery beams thou emit,
Over flood the Earth with an aura majestic.
In spite of dwelling so far away,
Thou control the Tides with due care.
On a Full Moon night, thou give us light,
Enough for us even to read.
The girdle around thee is simply spectacular,
And thou look like a ball with a halo gorgeous.
Plenty of myths to thee relate,
Which art annals full of strongest flavor.
When thou start climbing the Sky,
The Glow Worms afraid art,
For certain they become,
That their miniature lamps will be needed not.
Thou control the thoughts and emotions,
For Luna is thine sobriquet.
Celestial Body, give us stable Minds,
To deal with tangled problems of Life.